So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
— Leonard Cohen 'Boogie Street'
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Imagination
Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.
— Michæl Leunig
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.
— Michæl Leunig
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Military Intelligence …
Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
— Groucho Marx
— Groucho Marx
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Groucho Marx
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Monday, 20 December 2010
'I Think' Vs 'I Want'
Because science carries us toward an understanding of how the world is, rather than how we would wish it to be, its findings may not in all case be immediately comprehensible or satisfying.
— Carl Sagan 'The Demon-Haunted World'
— Carl Sagan 'The Demon-Haunted World'
Labels:
Carl Sagan,
Philosophy,
Science
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Unreasonable
The reasonable man adapts to the world.
The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to him.
Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
— Doug Anderson
The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to him.
Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
— Doug Anderson
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Doug Anderson
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Has Needs
Is a rich person one who has the most
or one that needs the least?
— Doug Anderson
or one that needs the least?
— Doug Anderson
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Doug Anderson
Monday, 13 December 2010
Sunday, 12 December 2010
The Celebration Of Ignorance
The dumbing down of America is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the thirty second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance.
— Carl Sagan 'The Demon-Haunted World'
Labels:
Carl Sagan,
Social Insects
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Thursday, 9 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Everywoman Knows …
Man is most nearly himself
when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.
— Heraclitus
when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.
— Heraclitus
Labels:
Philosophy
Monday, 6 December 2010
Sunday, 5 December 2010
Thursday, 2 December 2010
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Monday, 29 November 2010
Go up, you baldhead!

23 Then he went up from there to Bethel; and as he was going up by the way, young lads came out from the city and mocked him and said to him, “Go up, you baldhead; go up, you baldhead!”
24 When he looked behind him and saw them, he cursed them in the name of the LORD. Then two female bears came out of the woods and tore up forty-two lads of their number.
— 2 Kings 2:23-24
Labels:
Mythology
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Other Species
The question is not,
"Can they reason?" nor,
"Can they talk?" but rather,
"Can they suffer?"
— Jeremy Bentham
"Can they reason?" nor,
"Can they talk?" but rather,
"Can they suffer?"
— Jeremy Bentham
Labels:
Jeremy Bentham,
Philosophy
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Always Want Again
Just take this longing from my tongue
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one your love.
— Leonard Cohen 'Take This Longing'
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one your love.
— Leonard Cohen 'Take This Longing'
Labels:
Leonard Cohen,
Lyrics
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
The Coasts Of Me
I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;
Maelstrom of passions in that hidden sea
Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;
And in small compass the dark waters cram.
— Mervyn Peake
Maelstrom of passions in that hidden sea
Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;
And in small compass the dark waters cram.
— Mervyn Peake
Labels:
Mervyn Peake,
Poems
Monday, 22 November 2010
The Stone Skyfield
The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the dark lake burned and dripped, their leaves snatched by the wind were whirled in wild circles through the towers. The clouds mouldered as they lay coiled, or shifted themselves uneasily upon the stone skyfield, sending up wreathes that drifted through the turrets and swarmed up hidden walls.
— Mervyn Peake 'Titus Groan'
— Mervyn Peake 'Titus Groan'
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Mervyn Peake
Sunday, 21 November 2010
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